it's almost unbearable, this gift, beyond reason, outside of comprehension, i fall to my knees in tears of joy and shame. I love people and wish only to spend endless time with them fellowshipping never growing old of the laughter or stories. Enjoying the kindred spirit of sharing in this gift. The gift of the king most high, bestowed on me; a man whose thoughts are often wicked and whose actions often selfish. This gift is given, and life becomes a beautiful orchestra of sights, sounds, and sensations. I'm overwhelmed, and my spirit screams out.
To love so much it hurts, the pouring out of self until nothing remains.
Tears well up from within, flashing through images of loved ones,
the beauty of hurt in love.